She stands in the doorway - her long, light-brown hair covering her face. I know what she wants: for things to be right again. I approach her quietly, my hand outstretched. I couldn't see her face but I could feel her everlasting depression. She takes my hand, her touch cold as ice. I pull her into a soft yet strong embrace as the tears come. ~ The past and present me.

Word of warning: I can’t spell but, as for right now, I have my living spell-check sitting over my shoulder.
By the way, his name is Jay and he says, “Hi.”

This is my cover story. Do not ask me who I really am for I cannot tell you on the premise of the security of the WORLD: I am a vampire by day, and a vampire hunter by night. Don’t ask me how they don’t know each other for I am passed out about an hour between.